Restless as Rain
I am the raindrop
rolling down the window
when the car speeds up
Nothing to keep me
from flying
right back in your face
If I fell again,
would you catch me
on your tongue?
I plopped into a puddle
and splashed right back up.
Resisting Mindfulness
It’s the birds, I tell you—
announcing themselves like royalty.
Trumpets poking out of trees
line the street.
A motorcycle
leads the procession. A plane
drones low overhead.
The motorcycle revs its engine.
The proclamation is everywhere,
from the wind to the whining escalator.
The street is empty but for the parade
of ordinary sounds screaming “notice me.”
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Rachel Nathanson’s poetry appears in The American Aesthetic and Silver Lining: Poets Against Violence, an anthology of poetry about overcoming violence in all its forms. She graduated from the University of Wisconsin–Madison with a B.A. in English and honors in creative writing.
